EXPRESSIVE (hour 13, 2017)

EXPRESSIVE

  “Red narrates, red highlights, red beautifies brunettes but doesn’t blemish blondes, red embellishes, red loved, and red kills too – but it is not the color of mourning.”

            – Marie-Caroline Sainsaulieu, “Expressive Red”

What if the world turned red? Red, red, and red, with bits of white, orange and black. As if there were to be no mourning anymore. No lost words, no missed affection, no ungentle touching. Only relaxation, and the quiet smoothing of hair.

Take Degas’s “Combing the Hair,” for instance. No blue eyes, blue skies, blue bells. No broken bodies lying in green fields, no dead grasses on sandy shores. No snarled black tresses, no blonde roots showing. Only the comb’s whispers, your arm and hand caressing my hair.

 

Edgar Degas, Combing the Hair (La Coiffure), The National Gallery (Britain)

It all comes too quickly,
All at once,
As if a damn has broken,
As if one was not enough.

If only the landslide
Could be slowed down
So that more people
Could be saved from
Disaster.
If only sink holes
Gave warning before
Taking back the
World.

The Fallacy of Unitarity

In quantum physics, unitarity is a restriction
on the allowed evolution of quantum systems
that ensures the sum of probabilities
of all possible outcomes
of any event always equals one.

It is known in the physical world
that certain aspects
can exhibit themselves
in more than one place
at the same time.
Any young mother knows that,
since that’s how she picks up
the kids at soccer practice,
and gets the groceries,
and takes a much needed rest
all at the same time.

Newton’s first law: Every object will remain at rest
or in uniform motion in a straight line
unless compelled to change its state
by the action of an external force.

The external forces of a mother
are efficient and done before
you know it. The first section
of Newton’s first law of motion
clearly exemplifies that. Any mother
can remain at rest because she needs
that rest, and cannot be compelled
to move by any external force.

She, therefore, must divide herself,
breaking the rule of unitarity into a dualarity,
to drive herself into another quantum system
to pick up the kids from soccer practice,
as compelled by an obvious external force.

And, during that same time frame,
she must again split into a third
full mother quantum system, becoming
a full triarity, because
everyone is counting on her,
and she absolutely must go about
getting the groceries.
Her existence really is
very trying at this point.
If this statement were untrue,
children wouldn’t exist.

Too bad that any and all answers
to this statement
must be considered speculation.

8. (Percy Bysshe Shelley-Love’s Philosophy) I

Do not ask me what

these words leaving my mouth are.

I don’t know them either at all

but I cannot enunciate other than these.

All the hugs and kissings

we shared, they worth

nothing, as if

we worth nothing to you, thou

gave me the world in a single kiss

but that world belongs to me not.

‘Cause you belong to someone else, not me.

 

She has those
Snake’s eyes,
Beware of the
Serpentine-
Emerald glory of
Mystery

Wisdom
Culminates
Treachery:
“Don’t you trust
In me?”

Shedding as each
Day renews,
In limbo.
Running between
Realms,
(As if all of the creation
Of infinity
Were devoured,
& embodied in
Cold blood)

She strangles me,
Through blueness
New faith is
Conceived
(I believe, I
Want to
Believe).

Pole Shift

 

Here’s what happens when the poles shift
Negative and positive recombine
Magnetism reverses
As it does pretty regular in geologic time,
Which didn’t mean much to us last go.

But oh, the wailing on the wind this time!
You might be able to use that smartphone as a coaster.
Don’t worry about the $600, because all those dollars in your account are a
Sophistry of E.

Your big money coaster is the least of your worries.

No electricity; refrigeration, satellites, TV, computer, cars, trains,
Boats (except the old kinds that don’t need software to float),
Ovens, video games, reverse osmosis water purifiers, vacuum cleaners,
Automatic sprinkling timers, fast food joints, e-cigarettes, agonizing prolonged medical
Zombie deaths gone.

The whole planet – WHAM – lightning fried.

Those cities will empty out.
Junk will rust.
Subways will fill with fish.
People will die.
Those kids who can’t think without their phones will die.
Folks with heroic video avatars and guts propped up on the coffee table will die.
It won’t be pretty. It won’t be fair. No one will deserve it.

But a marginal few will know what to do.
Somebody will remember how flint stone glints in the
Soil and how to use it.

A weaver’s guild will gather where
Shepherds groom their flocks. A barn will have a cache of old
Shears that could use a scrub and a drop of oil.
Someone will dust off the grinding stones and
Trade your wheat and a little extra butter for
Flour and a chat by the creek.

 

Each of us will know the true price of every gathered seed, each
Thread and vine, each weave and build, every drop of water and bite of food we’ve
Discovered, spun, grown, designed, constructed, carried, or killed and dressed
Ourselves.

We will cook together again, listening to the music of
Wolves by our fitful fading light, wandering with our
Imaginations across a background of flame.

Add 3

Add 3 subtract 1

That funny song from that funny movie from that not so funny book

The Little Prince

(let’s just keep it between me)

Add 3 subtract 1

You are supposed to be left with 2 but then again it’s not really the end until you take another look

The Little Prince

(let’s just keep it between me)

Add 3 subtract 1

I always come down to 0

Funny how math never seems to work

Add 3 subtract 1

I always come down to 0

You are supposed to be left with 2 but then again it’s not really the end until you take another look

Add 3 subtract 1

(let’s just keep it between me)

There was never a 3

Just a 1 and then a 0

And you spent the entire time,

Little Prince

Trying your very best to love me

The Day the Sun Stood Still

There once was a day when the sun stood still,
I remember that day and I always will.

When Helios gave his tired horses a rest,
the sun set in the East and then rose in the West.

As Atlas stood up the sky splintered and cracked,
And earth rolled down off the divine turtle’s back.

The Pleiades scattered and Orion fell,
The seabed broke open and flooded out hell.

The rivers flowed backwards and waterfalls rose,
And everyone danced in the air on their toes.

But all of the things the world never could see,
Happened that day when you said you loved me.